Short Tape Measure Poems
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Tape Measure
The very deep breathing of
the tape measure continues to
affect my
USB holders cha-cha rehearsals.
Garage door opener
Ice cream carton
Pencil, erasers, pencil sharpener
Magazines
Tv remote
Gummie pills
Magic markers
Towel
Black sock
Gray sandal
Sketch pad
Twinkie wrapper
Snickers bar
Kleenexes
Washrag
Comb
Tape measure
Scissors
Toenail clippers
Green hoodie
Small table inside my front door
sewing something Sally is on the trail of a pin
she saw it yesterday, and can match it with its twin
slides her tape measure out of the way
and yells hip hip hip hip hip hooray
is this how I’ll act if I take up sewing? I wonder.
Sewing something Sally is always full of blunder.
She speaks of pin cushions, zippers, buttons and such.
I am not sure I would like this hobby very much.
To find my hidden treasure
No need for a tape measure
“X” does not mark the right spot
Treasure hunters get one shot
Unravel my hidden code,
and watch my treasure unfold
The key is words you utter
Express, exclude the clutter
Experience grown riches
A broken heart now bridges
Unlock yourself at my dare,
at our reward we now stare
Open my chest, find my beat
Drum with me a love so sweet
tape measure in hand
soft spoken,"Can't believe it"....
dust upon treadmill
Inspired by the contest about addictions
not an entry....
Since my back problems and then the surgery,
I haven't been on the treadmill..I got on it
this morning and there was an inch of dust..
I have spent a lot of time on the computer
reading, writing, searching out questions, etc.
It becomes addictive..
My friend Sharon is the same as me as
we have decided to let it all hang free.
No more corsets or underwire
because we feel we are still on fire.
Without recourse to peer pressure
or need to take out a tape measure.
We’ve done our bit for procreation.
Now it’s all procrastination where
slimming and exercise are concerned.
A leisurely stroll is best we’ve learned.
We’re comfortable in our slack skin.
So Sharon is my “win/win” twin.
Santa’s workshop was full of singers of every kind of voice.
The loudest one that sounded like gravel was my cousin Joyce.
She was wrapping and humming, and they all sang along.
We are in the best holiday mood! Said the happy elf throng.
They are off key a listening robin said as he stopped to peek.
We don’t care, it is unity, peace, love and harmony we seek!
The robin left, and a heavenly messenger, a red cardinal flew in
Let’s take it from the top, he said. Your voices are all a win!